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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.