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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 sitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.