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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The New Christs to the electroclash 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.