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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Brick,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.