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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.