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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the crunk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.