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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.