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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Lalann,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.