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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.