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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.