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 Palau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.