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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
DNA,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.