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 Belarus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Swans,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.