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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Organ,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.