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 Egypt and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.