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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.