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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 The Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.