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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Faust,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.