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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.