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 France and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.