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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
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Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.