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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Magma,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.