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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Toasters to the disco 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.