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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Residents to the disco 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance 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?
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & 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.