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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.