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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
John Holt,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.