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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
The Martian,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Magma,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.