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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats 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?
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.