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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.