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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.