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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.