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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.