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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb 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 Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.