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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.