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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
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James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.