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 Antigua 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.