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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.