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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 DNA to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.