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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.