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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.