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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.