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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
New Order,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.