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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.