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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dark Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.