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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.