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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Gong,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.