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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.