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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Sparks,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.