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 El Salvador 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.