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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Grauzone to the rock 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.