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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
MC5,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
New Order,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.