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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the rap 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.