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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.