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 Laos and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.