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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.