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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Birthday Party to the rap 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Erasure,
June Days,
The Names,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.