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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.