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 Austria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Au Pairs to the dance 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.