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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.