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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.