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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.