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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.