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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.