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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Josef K,
Index,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.