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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.