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 Namibia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Pere Ubu to the rock 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.