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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Parry Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.