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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the rap 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.