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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.