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 Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.