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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.