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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.