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 Cairo.
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 Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.