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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Panda Bear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.