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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.