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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Main Source,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
June Days,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.