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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Gahan 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.