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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.