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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.