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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.