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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.