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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Visage,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.