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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.