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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.