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 Poland 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Al Stewart to the jazz 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.