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 China and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.