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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Cal Tjader to the rap 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.