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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 John Lydon to the disco 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.