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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.