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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
MC5,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.