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 Indonesia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Happenings to the jazz 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.