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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
JFA,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Sparks,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.