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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.