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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.