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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.