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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.