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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.