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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
X-102,
Nas,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.