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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.