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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.