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 India and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.