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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.