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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the disco 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Cluster,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.