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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 arpeggiator 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Slave,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
The Busters,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.