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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 linndrum 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.