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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.