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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.