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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren 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?
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.