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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 Seoul and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.