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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
the Germs,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.