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 Sri Lanka 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.