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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Swans,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.