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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Index,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.