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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.