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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.