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 Namibia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.