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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Gong,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.