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 Albania and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.