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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
The Index,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.