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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Stetsasonic to the dance 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.