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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Patti Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.