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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.