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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.