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 Burundi and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.