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 Monaco 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.