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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.