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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.