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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
CMW,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Television,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.