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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.