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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 arpeggiator 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.