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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.