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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Skaos to the rock 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Scion,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.