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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
MC5,
The Index,
Magma,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.