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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.