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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.