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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.