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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 UT to the electroclash 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.