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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.