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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.