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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Music Machine to the jazz 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.