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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 B.T. Express to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.