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 Tajikistan 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Human League to the grunge 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.