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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.