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 Norway and from London.
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 Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
ABC,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.