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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 theremin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.