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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Franke,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.