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 Angola 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.