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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.