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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fire Engines to the punk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.