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 China and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Nico,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.