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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.