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 Maldives and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.