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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.