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 Algeria 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.