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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Television,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.