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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.