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 Ireland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 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 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.