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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Whodini,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.