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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
UT,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.