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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.