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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.