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 Qatar 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.