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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.