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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.