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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick 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?
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.