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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.