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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Buzzcocks to the funk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
AZ,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.