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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Görl 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.