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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Panda Bear to the dance 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.