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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.