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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.