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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
CMW,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
UT,
X-101,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.