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 Netherlands 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.