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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.