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 Russia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.