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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.