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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.