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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Icehouse to the grunge 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.