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 Ecuador 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.