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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Christie to the rap 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.