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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.