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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.