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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.