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 Swaziland 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Little Man,
Scion,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.