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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.