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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.