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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party to the jazz 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The 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.