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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Names to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.