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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
PIL,
New Order,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.