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 Kyrgyzstan and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Index,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.