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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.