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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eric Copeland 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.