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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.