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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.