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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Can,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.