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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Red Krayola to the grime 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.