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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Clear Light to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.