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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.