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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.