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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.