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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.