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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Niagra,
June Days,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.