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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.