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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
New Order,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.