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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Model 500 to the techno 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.