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 Colombia and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.