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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Pole to the grime 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Wire,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.