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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.