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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.