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 Mozambique 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Television,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Fear,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.