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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.