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 Georgia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.