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 Cape Verde 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the disco 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.