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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.