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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 X-101 to the grime 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.