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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.