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 Ireland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Duran Duran to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Brick,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.