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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Technova,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.