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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.