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 Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.