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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Basic Channel to the disco 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.