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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.