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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.