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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Count Five to the rap 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.