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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
The Names,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.