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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.