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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deakin to the disco 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.