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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.