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 Greece 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Ice-T,
10cc,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Ludus,
June Days,
This Heat,
Shoche,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.