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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.