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 Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.