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 Burundi and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.