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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
ABC,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.