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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.