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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cluster to the grunge 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.