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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.