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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Fear,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.