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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.