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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 CMW to the rock 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Magma,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.