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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Crime,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.