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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.