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 Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 organ 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 Ohio Players to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.