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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Slave,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.