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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Wire,
Franke,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.