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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
The Names,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.