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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.