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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.