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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
New Order,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.