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 Turkey 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.