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 United States and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 the Normal 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
MDC,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.