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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.