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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Audionom to the grunge 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.