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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.