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 Bahamas 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.