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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.