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 Russia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.