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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Can,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.