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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leaves 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.