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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.