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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.