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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.