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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 48th St. Collective to the techno 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.