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 El Salvador 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.