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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.