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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the jazz 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.