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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.