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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 theremin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Nico,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.