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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.