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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.