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 China and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
PIL,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.