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 Korea North 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.