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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
World's Most,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.