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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.