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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 10cc to the funk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.