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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wake to the rap 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.