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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Yaz,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.