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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic 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?
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
The Move,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.