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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.