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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 snare and an organ 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.