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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
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.