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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson 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?
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.