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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
X-101,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.