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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Grass Roots to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.