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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.