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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Heaven 17 to the funk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.