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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.