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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Wake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.