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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.