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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.