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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.