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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 10cc to the funk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.