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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dual Sessions to the techno 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.