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 India and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.