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 Cuba 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the disco 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.