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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.