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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.