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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Residents to the rap 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.