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 Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.