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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Quantec,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.