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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Faust,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.