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 Pakistan 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.