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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.