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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs 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?
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.