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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.