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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Index,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.