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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.