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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Index,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.