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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 The Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare 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?
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.