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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the funk 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.