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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.