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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the crunk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.