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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.