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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.