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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
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,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.