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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.