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 Romania and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.