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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.