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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the grime 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.