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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Oneida 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.