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 Dominica 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.