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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 MC5 to the disco 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.