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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
MDC,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.