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 Togo 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.