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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.