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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.