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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jandek to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.