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 Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
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 guitar 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.