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 Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Faust,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.