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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.