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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.