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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Black Moon to the funk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Neu!,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.