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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 MDC to the rock 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Cymande,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
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.