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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Adolescents to the dance 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.