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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Index,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.