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 East Timor 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Animal Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Audionom,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.