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 Antigua 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.