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 Panama 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Grauzone to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
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.