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 Serbia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bronski Beat to the funk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.