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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.