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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Anakelly to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.