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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.