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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.