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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Lakeside to the rap 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.