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 France and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.