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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Monks,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.