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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bush Tetras to the funk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.