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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.