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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.