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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Warsaw 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?
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.