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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.