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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.