Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.