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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.