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 Czech Republic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.