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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.