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 Kosovo 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 FM Einheit to the rap 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.