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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.