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 Morocco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Television,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.