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 Iceland and from New York.
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 Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Icehouse to the punk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Pole,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.