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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.