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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
The Names,
The Move,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.