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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 theremin 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 The Zeros to the disco 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.