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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Ituana,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
June Days,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.