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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the grunge 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.