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 Ghana 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Gang of Four to the funk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.