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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.