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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.