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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.