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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Josef K,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.