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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.