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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the crunk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Cure,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.