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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.