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 Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Babytalk to the electroclash 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.