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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.