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 Netherlands and from London.
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 Calgary and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 guitar and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.