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 Ivory Coast 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.