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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
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.