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 Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.