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 Burundi 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the disco 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.