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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.