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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.