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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.