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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 guitar 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.