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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Aswad to the rap 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.