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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Scion,
the Normal,
June of 44,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Wings,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Fear,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.