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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.