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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Darondo,
Slave,
Make Up,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.