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 Mali and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.