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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Visage,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.