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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.