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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.