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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
T. Rex,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
cv313,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.