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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.