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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.