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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.