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 Bulgaria 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.