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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mummies 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.