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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.