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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Visage,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.