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 China and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.