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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Technova,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.