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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.