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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.