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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Index,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.