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 Bahrain 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.