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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Rekid,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.