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 Micronesia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.