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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 New Age Steppers to the techno 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.