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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
June Days,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.