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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.