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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.