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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.