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 India and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.