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 Bahrain 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.