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 Tuvalu 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.