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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.