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 Zimbabwe 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Quando Quango to the techno 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
PIL,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.