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 Sweden and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.