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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Glenn Branca to the punk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.