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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.