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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.