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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.