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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Magazine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.