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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.