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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
ABBA,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.