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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.