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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Los Fastidios to the disco 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.