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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.