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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.