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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the grime 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.