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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 the Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.