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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.