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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.