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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.