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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lyres to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.