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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.