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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dead C 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.