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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.