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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 The Cowsills to the rap 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.