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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.