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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Franke,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Aswad,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.