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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.