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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 clarinet 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Crime,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.