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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 10cc to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Franke,
Yaz,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.