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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.