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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.