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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.