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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.