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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.