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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.