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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.