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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Slits to the rock 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.