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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.