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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.