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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Visage,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.