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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the grunge 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.