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 Barbados and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
10cc,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.