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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.