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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
New Order,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.