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 United Kingdom 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.