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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
The Busters,
Slave,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Urselle,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Josef K,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Technova,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.