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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.