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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.