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 Israel 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.