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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Alphaville to the jazz 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.