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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Morten Harket to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.