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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.