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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.