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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.