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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.