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 Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.