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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.