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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.