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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Smog,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.