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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Japan,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.