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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
ABC,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.