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 Germany and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.