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 East Timor and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Wake to the funk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.