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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.