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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.