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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.