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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.