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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.