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 Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.