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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep 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?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.