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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.