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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.