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 Malawi and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.