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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 sitar 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 the Sonics to the electroclash 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.