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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.