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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.