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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.