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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.