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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone 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?
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.