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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 rhodes 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.