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 Uruguay 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.