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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.