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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Television,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Magma,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.