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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 David Axelrod to the grunge 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.