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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Ronan,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.