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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.