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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.