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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Wings,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Television,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.