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 Burkina and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.