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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Organ to the techno 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.