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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Monks,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.