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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Magazine 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.