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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.