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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.