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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Jandek to the jazz 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.