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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Raincoats to the punk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.