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 Liberia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.